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tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-09-06 09:08 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-09-06 09:08 pm
Fuuuuuck.
I'm sick. In a really icky way, because I can't tell which part's the virus and which part's due to the unhealthy amount of Jolt cola I drank last night. And I have oodles and shitloads of homework due tomorrow, which I've put off far longer than I actually should because I have NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT.
And my head hurts, and I feel slightly nauseous, and the lower end of my digestive tract is wreaking some sort of hideous revenge on me for something or another, and I just want to collapse into bed and sleep for three days. (Yes, I KNOW where the headache and the sleepiness are coming from, and yes, I KNOW it's my own damn fault.) But I have to write a five-page damn paper full of bullshit I've barely even read, plus another page of response to Oedipus Rex, and way too much calc review because I'm SO GOING TO FAIL THE TEST, and electronic music homework due Thursday that is not a last-minuteable assignment, and I am so fucking fucked it's not even fucking funny.
Hark! what soft sound falls upon mine ears this night? What gentle, weeping, very difficult-to-hear caress pulls me into its dim underworld of despair? Why, 'tis violins! yea, the world's smallest violins, playing sad, sad songs just for me and my sorry fate. *wipes tiny, beautiful, crystalline teardrop from eye*
And my head hurts, and I feel slightly nauseous, and the lower end of my digestive tract is wreaking some sort of hideous revenge on me for something or another, and I just want to collapse into bed and sleep for three days. (Yes, I KNOW where the headache and the sleepiness are coming from, and yes, I KNOW it's my own damn fault.) But I have to write a five-page damn paper full of bullshit I've barely even read, plus another page of response to Oedipus Rex, and way too much calc review because I'm SO GOING TO FAIL THE TEST, and electronic music homework due Thursday that is not a last-minuteable assignment, and I am so fucking fucked it's not even fucking funny.
Hark! what soft sound falls upon mine ears this night? What gentle, weeping, very difficult-to-hear caress pulls me into its dim underworld of despair? Why, 'tis violins! yea, the world's smallest violins, playing sad, sad songs just for me and my sorry fate. *wipes tiny, beautiful, crystalline teardrop from eye*